Unexpected Love

35. Is Yoongi OK?

When I got back to the hotel Manager H told me Yoongi had come back a while ago and went to straight to his room claiming he had a bad headache and wasn't feeling well. H said he sent for the doctor and it turned out that he had a mild throat infection and he needed some antibiotics, no big deal. So, I went directly to his room and opened the door with my key. I found him lying on the bed, his cheeks flushed red and he was shivering a bit.

— "Baby, I'm here. How are you feeling? Do you want me to get you anything?"

— "Ah, Bella, you're back. I'm fine, just a bit tired I guess. How was your day? Iseul kept sending pics of you. You looked so daring and reckless driving the convertible. You're such a bad girl, too." — He gave me a slight smile.

— "It was fine, I went to the beach with Iseul, I even got a nice tan, do you want to see?" — I still had my bikini on under my dress, so I just took my dress off and showed him my nice tan, hoping that would cheer him up a bit.

— "Shibal! You look hot! Wait, were you wearing this bikini at the beach? Aiiish Nabi, all the stares that must have been on you! Makes me kinda jealous" — He was pouting as he said so.

— "Aawww, baby, who cares about the stares when at the end you're the only one I look at, hmm?" — I made him smile. — "Now let's take care of this sick little Yoongi."

I made sure he kept himself hydrated, I kept the cold pads on his forehead to keep the fever down, and I pampered him in any way I could. Then he asked me to put on some soft music on so he could try to relax more, he was worried about the concerts and not being at his fullest to perform. He had many people coming over for the California concerts and didn't want to let anyone down.

— "Bella, do you like to sing?" — he asked me with a low voice, and his eyes closed, almost as if he was talking in his sleep.

— "Yes, I like to sing and dance, too. Aby says I have a nice voice, and I do know how to get around a beat. Why?"

— "Can you sing for me? It's been forever since the last time somebody sang for me. You know, it's funny how sometimes I just think of my eomma and would just like to cuddle up in her arms as a baby boy."

— "Sure, Sweetie. Though I'm not sure if I am really good at singing, maybe Aby just says that because she loves me too much." — I giggled a bit, and he laughed at my comment, too.

Sebastian used to tell me I had an old spirit because I like a lot of songs from the 60s and 70s. I love to listen to Neil Diamond, Simon & Garfunkel, Peter - Paul - and Mary, The Mammas and the Pappas... Anyway, I started singing "Bridge over Troubled Waters", one of my favorites.

"When you're weary,

Feeling small,

When tears are in your eyes

I'll dry them all.

I'm on your side

Oh, when times get rough,

And friends just can't be found.

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down."

— "Aaaaah, you have a sweet voice... what's the name of this song?"

— "Bridge Over Troubled Waters, by Simon & Garfunkel... it's a very old song."

— "I love it." — He laid his head on my lap so I could caress his head and hair, and he fell asleep as I kept on singing for him.

He had an uneasy night, so we didn't get much rest; but when we woke up around 8:00 AM his face was more relaxed, and it showed that he was feeling better.